Perhaps it is a dangerous thing to rile up the firebird, even if he was still devoid of his wings. Such a lack didn't mean he was without his flames however, and the more he's goaded by Dion the hotter he feels himself grow. Tiny, little downy feathers begin to drop and float down from him, littering the floor around Dion's feet as he cries out from a particularly deep thrust.

"D-Dion please-"